To Little Mister EB

Dear Enoch Barnett,

I haven't been ignoring your existence; I've been searching for the right words. It seems as though people are always searching for the right words, and never quite landing on just the right ones. Then when something sad happens, we just fumble the decent words we did have. Least ways, that's what I seem to do.

Hardly a day goes by where I don't think about you. In my heart, you're a little boy with skinned knees and a pair of overalls without a shirt. I imagine your dark curly hair bouncing around your face as you run around. You have your mommy's deep green eyes that disappear when you smile. And your daddy's smug little grin that seems to always suggest that you're deep in mischief. This auntie imagines you with quite the little personality, making all those founding fathers give deep belly laughs. I wonder if you've made friends with your cousins. I imagine in my heart that you're keeping Mr. Yokana company. Or playing in a heavenly stream with other children. I've heard that Jesus loves children; there's bound to be a lot of them there.

I miss you everyday. And I love you and I'm thankful for how God is using you, to draw your mommy and daddy, grandparents and aunts and uncles to Himself more and more. 

Dr. Seuss once said:

"Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened."

:)

~Auntie 4